I found my thrill…
On Blueberry Hill.
And I made bread, blueberry banana bread, from that hill. Or terrace. Whatever.
In faith we planted blueberry bushes 3-4 years ago. Each year the berries failed to mature or the birds got to them before they could. This year we have had our first real bounty. Each day new berries have turned blue from the hundreds of berries clustered on our two little bushes. It is such a feeling of accomplishment to see the harvest come in.
I’ve been know to open my back door to scream at birds and chipmunks getting a little too cheeky. I can’t let them near my precious.
This summer will be blueberry everything if the rest of the little green hopefuls ripen.